Assassin Is Stronger Than The Hero Novels & Stories

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

None of the assassins had imagined that Adrian would still be standing after being attacked by that volley of bullets, let alone him getting close to them. Everyone immediately threw aside their guns and pulled out daggers from their waists before surrounding Adrian. However, they had no idea that the hero of Navia excelled at close-range combat. The assassins reflected the sun’s rays using their blades, hoping to blind Adrian but there was no way he was going to allow them to get the jump on him. After all, his title as Navia’s hero was not just for show. Following the agonized screams, the assassins dropped one by one. No matter where Adrian passed, his dagger seemed to have grown eyes of

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

I moved with my super speed born of years of training, dodging their blows and countering with lethal blocks. Mountain shattering punches and savage kicks filled the air as I unleashed the full extent of my power. I was no longer holding back. My fists connected with the men, shattering bones and crushing vital organs as their body exploded upon impact of my fist meeting their skin. Blood sprayed across the forest floor, mingling with the dirt as lifeless bodies fell at my feet. The assassins fought with fear as they soon realized the magnitude of their mistake. They had messed up thinking I was a weak alpha. I was not and they would pay dearly for it.

"How are we supposed to 'handle' an entire league of elite assassins who work directly for the Alpha Supreme? We're three people against an organization with unlimited resources and the backing of the most powerful supernatural leader in existence." "By pulling something stronger than them," Zayne said simply, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. I blinked at him in confusion. "What could possibly be stronger than the Alpha Supreme's personal assassins?" His golden eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "You, Amara. You're stronger than them." I actually laughed at that, "Me? I can barely control whatever these powers are. I don't even fully understan

The man looked at her with annoyance. "I'm an assassin too," she whispered in his ears and his eyes widened. She grabbed the butcher's knife and put it against his neck. She held his shoulders to keep him from moving. "You've tried to kill the infamous assassin, strong enough to defeat your boss. At first I had no idea who he was, but it clicked," she murmured. "His skills were far greater than anyone else, and closely matched mine. I was dying to meet him but he didn't think a woman could be so strong," she started off before scoffing at the thought.

" You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?" Ashley fought to withdraw the hand from her neck but couldn't. She was no match for the alpha. However, her survival instinct kicked in, she tried kicking him at his dick but Frederick eluded her leg and constricted his hand on her neck more. Ashley toiled to breathe. She kicked, and fought, but nothing seemed to be working. She wanted to try one more skill which would work but doing it here would do nothing but convince Frederick more that she was an assassin therefore exposing her secrets and motives.

At such close range, long blades were useless; only daggers mattered. Nonetheless, the assassin's skill still ran deep. His twin swords guarded every inch before him with flawless defense. Eastonian assassins were known for ghostlike speed, and this one was no exception. However, speed often came at the cost of raw strength, and outside of legendary exceptions, most of them shared that weakness. Even though he clearly had martial saint-level combat power and could easily mow down martial kings, Andrew was not a pitiful martial king; he was a freak who could kill a martial emperor outright.

I tightly hold the weapon in my hands and coldly glance at the remaining seventy-nine assassins who were acting high and mighty just because they have the citizens under their control. Although I still haven't got my original strength and body back, doesn't mean that I'm weak enough to be protected. However, I didn't admit that I'm strong either, especially since these assassins in front of me have also their abilities. But now I wasn't hesitant to rush in their direction to eliminate them, given how they trampled upon the lives of the others, which is unforgivable! They also killed innocent people and even beat those children who don't have the strength to defend themselves!

These assassins worked together seamlessly and were all pretty powerful as well. There was no one that powerful in Paya's army. Just as Ethan pondered to himself, one of the assassins took the advantage to pierce their sword firmly into his back, fresh blood spraying through the air immediately. Ethan took a deep breath as the pain shot through his body, gritting his teeth and remaining silent. He was thoroughly angered as he roared in outrage, "Trying to kill me, huh? I'm afraid that's not going to happen today." As the final word rang through the air, Ethan exploded at full power as he wielded his long sword. The atmosphere in the room constricted at once. Despite the assassins being quite